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Traffic Girl Jess Ch 03

Traffic Girl Jess Ch 03

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"I'm surprised I feel so refreshed," I said the next morning, as Jess and I ate breakfast on the balcony. It was fresh fruit, croissants, and strong coffee. We were sharing a morning joint, too.

"It's the xanax, sinus rinse, and benadryl," she said. "They let you recover."

"The bed wasn't half bad, either," I said. The clear water shone beneath the morning sun.

"Neither was that middle-of-the-night creampie," Jess said and grinned. She took a large hit of the weed and held it.

"It's not my fault you were still so wet," I said playfully. "I couldn't let a soaked cunt go to waste."

She slowly blew the acrid marijuana smoke toward me.

"I think we may need some more coke, too," she said.

I smiled. "You didn't think I only got one eight ball, did you?"

I had held back the second bag of coke so that Jess didn't consume too quickly. She hadn't been out of control since we had gotten back together, but there was still a cautious instinct guiding me.

She passed me the joint and stretched luxuriously. "Then let's do blow and go to the beach today," she said. "I want to be topless and make the old men hard. Or maybe we'll catch the eye of some cute couple."

We finished the weed, and Jess sat on my lap, her arms around my neck. We kissed and looked out at the sea.

"Maybe you look for some potential sugar daddies," I said, kissing her neck.

"You really want to pimp me out, don't you?" she said flirtatiously.

I kissed along her collarbone. "I want your happiness to be without limits," I said.

"You're going to love my bikini for today," she said. Her eyes had a way of radiating her feelings that was deeply sincere.

"Go try it on for me," I said. "I'll make arrangements for the beach."

Arrangements consisted solely of prepping four lines of blow and putting on my swim trunks. Jess emerged a few minutes later in a bikini so minimalist, it would make Frank Stella blush. The triangles of fabric on top covered her nipples and not much else. The bottom was really nothing more than two pieces of floss connecting a g-string and leaf of fabric that molded to her vulva. The sheer coverup she wore gave no modesty to the outfit, though her large hat and sunglasses added an air of sophisticated mystery.

"You look like a movie star," I said.

Jess smiled and took on the air of confidence that came with playing such a part. She stalked to the coke and did her lines. I could tell she was trying to exaggerate being glamorous. It made me laugh. I firmly cupped one of her butt cheeks and told her we should get going.

"Bring the blow," she said.

"I'm two steps ahead of you, babe," I said.

The beach was stunning. Immaculate rows of red beach chairs dotted with fluffy white Eden Rock towels sat close to the water's edge. Canvas umbrellas provided generous cover from the Caribbean sun. By late morning, there was a bustling crowd of guests lounging on the chairs. Mostly they were middle-aged or older couples who retained the youth afforded by wealth. There were a few singles and plenty of staff. All of them noticed Jess as she walked to our chairs in the front row near the ocean. The chatter of the crowd noticeably died down as she seemingly floated across the sand, leaving only the crashing and lapping of waves as the soundtrack to her entrance.

"You have created quite the impression, darling," I told her as we sat down.

She turned and grinned at me. Jess loved attention. She loved making an entrance. And she loved a scene, especially when she was at the center of it. An eager, athletic waitress took our drink orders. Jess had a piΓ±a colada. I had a daiquiri. And we ordered a bottle of Champagne for good measure.

"Heavy drinks will make me want to eat less," Jess said. "Today is a party day."

We had both brought books, but we initially used them as nothing more than cover to scan the crowd around us. It was somewhat awkward given our front-row seats, but they managed. Their drinks arrived, and they drank them quickly. I tried to flirt with the waitress, but she was too professional to reciprocate. After a little while, Jess excused herself to the restroom. She needed a bump, and I watched with hunger as her essentially uncovered ass sashayed away from me. I overheard an older couple behind me express their admiration for her. My ego loved it.

Jess returned about five minutes later, refreshed from the endorphin rush of more coke. We sat close together, our legs intertwined.

"I like that you can control it," I said, referring to her partying.

"Thank you," she said. "Peter, the lawyer I was telling you about last night, he actually helped me with that."

"Oh really?" I said.

"Yes," she said. "But before I give you that story, let me tell you about something interesting I noticed on my walk back from the restroom.

"What's that?" I inquired.

"There's a stylish couple in the second row at the opposite end from us," she said. "They're older. I'm guessing mid-40s, but both are quite attractive. The woman has an enormous pair of wedding rings. But I noticed she's also wearing an anklet."

My eyes met Jess's and perked up.

"The anklet is a heart wrapped in a treble clef," she said.

I smiled. "Interesting. So you think we might need to strike up a conversation?" I asked.

"Seems to be the only prospect so far," she said. "If we want to crank up the fun."

"How frisky do you feel?" I asked.

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"You know I'm thoroughly content with you," she said. "And will never turn down an opportunity to become even more content."

I laughed, and it dawned on me just how easy life with Jess could be. She was so agreeable. So adventurous. She was addicted to pleasure, like me. A feeling washed over me that I could be happy with her forever.

Just then, Jess flagged down our waitress.

"I'm sorry to be difficult," she said, "but the sun is catching me a bit awkwardly. Would you mind if we relocated to those empty spots back there?" She pointed to a pair of recently vacated chairs next to the couple she had lately described to me.

"Of course, miss," the waitress said. Within moments, all our things were whisked away to the new location.

"You work fast," I whispered to her.

"Let's see how interesting we can make the day," she said.

Our new neighbors appeared to be in their mid-40s and fit. On the far end, the husband was tanned, with manicured hair, and European style swim trunks. The wife, equally tanned, had luxurious black hair and wore a string bikini. She was beautiful and gave off an air of refinement.

Jess took the seat next to the raven-haired wife, gushing an apology for crowding them. She had a perfect cocaine high going, making her more outgoing and charming than usual. I watched as the husband checked out Jess's lower half as she sat down.

We moved onto our bottle of Champagne. Jess took off her coverup and bathing suit top, allowing her modest breasts to show off their undeniable perkiness. Our legs intertwined once more, we let the light breeze and sound of the crashing waves wash over us. It was peaceful to the point of zen. We held hands, perfectly content.

"They look so good natural," came the voice of the wife next to us, shaking Jess and me out of our trance.

Jess looked over and smiled. "Oh, thank you," she said. "No tattoos, no surgeries!"

Our neighbor took off her bikini top, revealing achingly large fake tits. Her small nipples jutted straight out, appearing permanently hard. She had no tan lines. There was a modest scar on the underside of each breast.

"I wish I didn't have these blemishes," she said, referring to the scars.

"You are exquisite," Jess said. "When did you have your surgery done?"

"Ten years ago," she said, "after I was done having children." I detected a faintly European accent.

"Don't feel bad," Jess said. "The techniques to avoid scars weren't as sophisticated as today. They look beautiful and are very well done."

"You're very knowledgeable," she said.

"Sorry!" Jess said. "I work for a plastic surgeon. He's a really good one, so trust me when I say your breasts look fantastic."

"You're too kind," she said. "I'm Sonya."

"Nice to meet you," Jess said and extended her hand. "I'm Jess. This is my boyfriend John." I reached across to shake her hand. Sonya did so gently.

"This is my husband Nicholas," she said.

"EnchantΓ©," he said, taking Jess's hand. I wanted to roll my eyes.

"John," I said and shook his hand firmly.

The girls chatted, and I turned my attention to the Champagne and the book I had brought with me. Nicholas seemed equally detached, taking in the sights of the beach. After a while, Jess excused herself to the restroom again, not bothering to put on her coverup. She returned a few minutes later, the renewed coke high already kicking in. I looked at her body with lust. She was mine.

"Sorry," Jess said as she sat down again. "I needed a little pick-me-up. We didn't get much sleep last night. The beach makes me very frisky." She was putting out an obvious feeler to Sonya and Nicholas.

"What sort of pick-me-up?" Sonya asked.

Jess rubbed her nose lightly and said quietly, "Oh, just a little bump."

Sonya smiled. "Lucky to find some of that on the island!" she said. "Although I do tend to be more of a molly girl myself."

"It sounds like you're a lot of fun," Jess said, making a point of looking directly at Sonya's anklet.

"Especially when the sun goes down," Sonya said, shifting her leg slightly and making it clear she had seen Jess's gaze at her ankle.

"Oh, girl, why wait that long?" Jess said with a laugh. "John and I start the fun when the sun comes up!" She was trying to pull me into the conversation, and I took the cue.

"Jess and I take a 24/7 approach to fun," I said. To back up the talk, I excused myself to the restroom, and Jess palmed me the baggie of coke.

Nicholas had waited for me to leave before joining the conversation. He was quite chatty when I returned, but I didn't get a chance to because Jess asked me to get a round of drinks for everyone. I was about to balk, since we had such attentive wait staff, but her eyes popping over her sunglasses indicated she was having more luck without me there.

I walked to the bar and took my time, wondering what Jess was up to. Regardless, I liked leaving her in control of the situation. It was stoking her enthusiasm, I could see. It took me ten minutes to get a round of tropical shooters I like called "Double Trouble," which had pineapple and piΓ±a colada mix combined with dark rum, and a bottle of Champagne. The waitress carried it all on a tray, following me to the group.

The four of us took the shots, and that, coupled with whatever Jess had broached in conversation broke the ice among the four of us. It became more of a group discussion, talking about home. They were from Milan, but Nicholas grew up in Spain, and Sonya was from Hungary originally. They had met in the U.S. during college. It was an enviably cosmopolitan background and helped explain the confidence and ease they exuded.

So it took me by surprise when Nicholas excused himself. I gave Jess a quizzical look, and she brushed it off.

"Darling, why don't you order some lunch for us in the suite?" she suggested. Then, in a lower voice for me to hear, "And Sonya and I will join you there in a few minutes."

I suppressed my look of surprise and followed her instructions. I ordered a variety of cold seafood for lunch, along with two bottles of Sancerre. We had plenty of Champagne in the room, and I popped a bottle. The food arrived, but the girls hadn't. I poured a second glass of Champagne, and the door flung open.

Jess and Sonya tumbled into the room in a mass of porcelain-and-olive skin. They were making out, their breasts mashed together, not having bothered to put tops on when coming in from the beach. I was really surprised at what transpired in front of me. The girls broke their kiss, and Jess grinned at me.

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"We have a toy for two hours, sweetie," she announced. "But there's only one condition from Nicholas: we have to make an audio recording."

Sonya added quickly, "My husband is very auditory. He likes to have the sound and fill in the visual on his own." This explained the treble clef on her anklet.

"I can see how that would be incredibly erotic," I said, honestly.

I poured the girls glasses of Champagne and showed them our lunch spread. We ate and talked. It became a bit less awkward as we finished one bottle and moved on to the second. After lunch, Jess suggested we smoke a joint. Sonya eagerly agreed.

Jess rolled the spliff and sparked it up, offering Sonya the first hit. She took it with practiced skill. Jess hit it hard before passing it to me.

"Marijuana is lovely," Sonya said. "Mellow and not too much, like a nice glass of wine." I tried to remind myself not to stare at her invitingly hard nipples

"It makes me horny," Jess said. "I need a man to be rough with me. John was very rough with my ass last night after we smoked."

"You seem very cocksure, John," Sonya said, and I admired her command of English and its puns.

"I just like to have a good time," I said. "And a good time usually starts with ensuring a beautiful woman gets exactly what she wants."

Sonya smiled as she exhaled a plume of smoke and passed the quickly diminishing joint to Jess. She took another big hit and held it in as she passed it back to me. This time, however, she pulled Sonya's lips to hers and shotgunned the smoke as she exhaled. The shotgun turned into a real kiss. My cock stirred.

"Why don't we get more comfortable inside?" Jess suggested.

I was flying blind, but I just followed Jess's clues. We went inside, and she led us to the bedroom. Sonya was on her phone. Jess sat down in the sitting area, producing the bag of cocaine. She motioned me toward her.

"Do you want to fuck her?" she asked.

I shot her a rhetorical look but added, "Are you okay if I do?"

She cut several lines of cocaine and smiled. "I'm the one who feels frisky today," she said. She took such joy in shaping rails.

"Are you all right if I record?" Sonya asked.

"We are," Jess said, smiling warmly. She quickly snorted up two lines. "Here baby," she said and handed me a trio of condoms.

Sonya set her phone on the night table and then bent over, pulling down her bikini bottom. I stripped and realized I hadn't even touched her before. It felt like a truly odd circumstance, but seeing Sonya's curvy butt lead into her thick thighs and hard tits made it easy to shove that feeling aside. She lay down in bed and crooked a finger, beckoning me.

I climbed on top of her and moved to kiss, but she offered me her cheek.

"I just want your dick," she said. The tone struck me as odd, and I realized what was happening. This was performance art for her husband.

I rolled off her and smiled. "I'm all yours," I said. I heard Jess snort two more lines. She was going to be in heat by the time this was done.

Sonya got on her knees and put her head next to my cock.

"It's so beautiful," she said. "Long and thick." She licked me. "I could suck this dick every day."

She got most of my shaft in her mouth before gagging. It was an exaggerated sound.

"Oh, it's too big for me to take all of it," she panted. "But I bet you could force me."

I picked up the clue. I put my hands on the back of Sonya's neck, pushing down on the luxurious black locks, and thrust my hips up until I felt her genuinely gag at the back of her throat. "Take it you dirty slut," I growled.

She pushed off of me and panted more heavily. "You are so much bigger than my husband," she said. I immediately shoved my cock down her throat again, until she gagged again just as dramatically. Then I let her work my shaft at her own pace for a few minutes. She alternated between gagging and spitting.

Eventually, she straddled my thighs and grabbed my cock. She put it between her pussy lips, gliding the length of it between her copiously juicy labia.

"I want you to just shove it in," she said. "These are my fertile days. Just put it in and shoot your cum in me."

I lurched forward. It was an unexpectedly sexy turn. For a moment, I contemplated just pinning her down and fucking her raw.

"Oh god," Sonya continued, "I want that monster in me bare. But my husband. We have to use protection."

She reached for the condoms, pulled one apart, and tore it open. She rolled it over my hard cock. I couldn't remember the last time I had had sex using a condom. She inserted me and began to ride with determination. As she did, she let forth a torrent of clichΓ© dirty talk and moans, emulating a porn movie. I'm confident when she announced her orgasm that it was fake.

After she did, she climbed off, got on her hands and knees, and told me to cum in her doggy style. Jess just looked at me and smiled. This was truly bizarre yet enticing.

I obliged and lined up behind her. I entered Sonya and was grateful she was facing Jess because I needed inspiration to cum. She could sense it. She licked her lips and urged me on with her eyes. I started to plan what the rest of the day would be like. Coked up Jess was the wildest, most fun Jess. I redoubled my efforts. The thought of an all-night fuckfest with her was more than enough to put me over the top. Sonya continued her exaggerated moans until I had pulled out of her. The entire episode lasted less than twenty minutes.

Sonya was gone in a flash, hurrying back to share the recording with her husband.

"Is it me, or was that weird?" I said, before fully realizing what happened.

Jess walked over to me, her eyes full of coke-high and desire. "Definitely weird," she said. "But it definitely made me horny."

She grabbed the condom, still on my semi-erect cock, and pulled it off.

"I told you, I don't want to waste a drop of your cum," she said. She lifted the open end of the condom to her lips and tilted up, pouring my sperm into her mouth.

"That's how fucking horny for you I am," she said.

I took a deep breath. The day had only just begun.

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